Submissions by MMPG (Paloma Solamente)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Brazilian....
Look at me, caressing my Brazilian,
My freshly done Brazilian...
Wish you were here to touch it
To lick it and kiss it...
It is so soft and nice,
Makes my pussy look so innocent and ripe...
My freshly done brazilian...
It feels so warm and meaty,
Come here and take a bite
Bite me, lick me,
Please come here and eat me...
I'll do a full split, nothing will be on your way,
I'll try and accommodate...
I feel like the Phoenix that I am,
With my wings wide open...
Now my imagination is going wild
I...
My freshly done Brazilian...
Wish you were here to touch it
To lick it and kiss it...
It is so soft and nice,
Makes my pussy look so innocent and ripe...
My freshly done brazilian...
It feels so warm and meaty,
Come here and take a bite
Bite me, lick me,
Please come here and eat me...
I'll do a full split, nothing will be on your way,
I'll try and accommodate...
I feel like the Phoenix that I am,
With my wings wide open...
Now my imagination is going wild
I...
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Alone...
Sitting here on my sofa
Like every night, alone,
Everyone is sleeping
And I am just here, alone...
My hookah ready to go,
Jasmine and peach,
Yes, I am smoking now, alone,
Trying to write and nothing comes to my mind...
Sitting here surrounded by my satin pillows,
Just took a shower, not a drop of make up,
My skin is nice and fresh..
My hair... soft, long, dark and sleek,
My favorite perfume "oh Lola" by Marc Jacob....
Just a silk kaftan, Victoria's Secret underneath,
Brazilian...
Like every night, alone,
Everyone is sleeping
And I am just here, alone...
My hookah ready to go,
Jasmine and peach,
Yes, I am smoking now, alone,
Trying to write and nothing comes to my mind...
Sitting here surrounded by my satin pillows,
Just took a shower, not a drop of make up,
My skin is nice and fresh..
My hair... soft, long, dark and sleek,
My favorite perfume "oh Lola" by Marc Jacob....
Just a silk kaftan, Victoria's Secret underneath,
Brazilian...
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I Am Not Lowering My Gaze Anymore...
Not lowering my gaze anymore,
Sick and tired of lowering my gaze
Sick and tired of not seeing around me,
Sick and tired of no one looking at ME...
I know it was my choice,
no one ever forced me to live in seclusion but myself,
And of course he never rejected my beliefs, it was "safer" that way...
Secure, always at home, waiting for him to do what he pleased....
Too bad he never pleases to do much...
I am not lowering my gaze anymore...
I am a woman and I am alive,
I have needs and desires...
I want to be fucked...
Sick and tired of lowering my gaze
Sick and tired of not seeing around me,
Sick and tired of no one looking at ME...
I know it was my choice,
no one ever forced me to live in seclusion but myself,
And of course he never rejected my beliefs, it was "safer" that way...
Secure, always at home, waiting for him to do what he pleased....
Too bad he never pleases to do much...
I am not lowering my gaze anymore...
I am a woman and I am alive,
I have needs and desires...
I want to be fucked...
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Prelude to Ecstasy
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My Hands... (journal)
JOURNAL 11/25/11 2:15am
Having one of those moments....
looking at my hands and they are lonely...
they only know ME!, It has been too long....
I think I have lovely hands
but nothing to do with them but ME!
They type my craziness and my loneliness
and they are "my care taker", they are so good to me
They write my words, they make me wet,
They wipe my tears, they make me wet....
I feel bad for them,
they have too much responsibility....
I need for someone to hold them....
I am out... Sad...
Having one of those moments....
looking at my hands and they are lonely...
they only know ME!, It has been too long....
I think I have lovely hands
but nothing to do with them but ME!
They type my craziness and my loneliness
and they are "my care taker", they are so good to me
They write my words, they make me wet,
They wipe my tears, they make me wet....
I feel bad for them,
they have too much responsibility....
I need for someone to hold them....
I am out... Sad...
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Under This Huge Cashmere Pashmina...
Under this huge cashmere pashmina
Totally naked
I touch myself,
Trying to remember the touch of your hands
I reach that special spot
Yes....
the one that makes me go insane,
and I feel my wetness,
gosh, that feels good...
Under this huge cashmere pashmina
I remember everything you did...
You kissed me,
You bit me,
You licked me,
You made me burn with passion
Until I could not take it anymore...
Under this huge cashmere pashmina
I remember how intoxicating it was
Opening up for you....
how...
Totally naked
I touch myself,
Trying to remember the touch of your hands
I reach that special spot
Yes....
the one that makes me go insane,
and I feel my wetness,
gosh, that feels good...
Under this huge cashmere pashmina
I remember everything you did...
You kissed me,
You bit me,
You licked me,
You made me burn with passion
Until I could not take it anymore...
Under this huge cashmere pashmina
I remember how intoxicating it was
Opening up for you....
how...
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My OK Life...
Me in the living room (as always)
Him in the family room on the computer (as always)
ME: I got tattooed....
HIM: ok.....
ME: I got my nose pierced.....
HIM: ok.....
ME: I am planning on going skydiving next week....
HIM: ok.....
ME: I am going out of town again next month...
HIM: ok....
........and then I imagined being able to tell him.....
ME: and I got fucked in the most delicious, juicy, erotic way ever by someone else and I can not wait for it to happen again!!!
HIM: ok.....
Him in the family room on the computer (as always)
ME: I got tattooed....
HIM: ok.....
ME: I got my nose pierced.....
HIM: ok.....
ME: I am planning on going skydiving next week....
HIM: ok.....
ME: I am going out of town again next month...
HIM: ok....
........and then I imagined being able to tell him.....
ME: and I got fucked in the most delicious, juicy, erotic way ever by someone else and I can not wait for it to happen again!!!
HIM: ok.....
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What Is It?
What is it?
Is it the trill?
Is it the curiosity?
Is it the flesh?
I don't know....
Is it the adrenaline?
Is it the temptation?
Is it the lust?
Or....
Is it that I have been asleep for such a long time?
I don't know
Is it me?
Is it you?
Is it the perfection of your manhood in my imagination?
Is it my imaginary picture of the two of us together?
I don't know....
All I know is that the picture in my mind is so real
That I can almost feel it
I can just taste it
All I want is to live it...
Is it the trill?
Is it the curiosity?
Is it the flesh?
I don't know....
Is it the adrenaline?
Is it the temptation?
Is it the lust?
Or....
Is it that I have been asleep for such a long time?
I don't know
Is it me?
Is it you?
Is it the perfection of your manhood in my imagination?
Is it my imaginary picture of the two of us together?
I don't know....
All I know is that the picture in my mind is so real
That I can almost feel it
I can just taste it
All I want is to live it...
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